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CHAPTER 149

290 AC

POV MC

Kegan started pulling attention to himself while I touched the stone walls to see if they were warded, and they were not. A sinister smile crept up to my face; this was going to make our job so much easier. While everyone's attention was on Kegan, I slowly started to bend the stones around the doors and sealed them.

The guardroom had two doors, the one in the west that we come in and the one in the east. Both doors led to the ramparts. When I was done wedging the doors shut, I came close to Kegan and gave them a signal.

"Sir, Chef Dagon sent those water barrels to Captain Symond Pyke. Is he here?"

One of the men playing cards raised his head from the game and said,

"I am Symond; why the hell would he send those."

Harlik said,

"Mayhaps, he thought you got thirsty!"

And he threw the big barrel like it was weightless. Harlik was getting stronger; now he had 12 str. The hurling barrel hit Symond and the men around him. I could see Symond hitting the stone wall and bursting like a watermelon. The men were in shock. They didn't know what was happening.

As Harlik gets stronger, Kegan gets faster. He had 11-speed by himself. When I buffed him, he was moving like a ghost. The second Harlik threw the barrel, Kegan let go of his barrel, but before the barrel could reach the ground, he pulled his daggers and already cut the throat of 3 soldiers.

It didn't even take as 2 minutes to kill all the soldiers. Because of the commotion we caused, other men were trying the open the doors and shouting for Symond to see if he was okay. Right at that moment, the drawbridge came down, and the portcullis started to rise.

POV NED STARK

Aermir had told me to ready the army by the morning but not to arouse suspicion; I told them to stay in their tent. Everyone was ready to charge, and we were waiting for his signal. But other lords and Robert were not that trusting of Aermir because they didn't really know what he was capable of.

Even, I was not sure what he was really capable of, I didn't really want to believe the gods really sent him, but he was so unnatural for this not to be true. The way he talks and acts, his talent, his intelligence, all the arrows were pointing at the obvious truth. He wasn't born; he was tailored like a tunic. He was obviously tailored for war...

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While I was lost in my thought, the cawing of a raven brought me back to reality. The raven was Aermir's; I think he called it Poe. The one with the white feathers on its head. This was it, the signal. I raised from my chair in a hurry and started shouting orders.

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POV THIRD PERSON

With the drawbridge coming down and portcullis rising, Northern Army started to pour in through the gate, and Jorah Mormont was the leader of the vanguard units. With his full plate armor and bear-crested shield, he was leading his troops from the thick of the fight.

Aermir and the twins waited a bit so the Northern Army would advance. If they joined the fray without armor and they started blocking swords with their hands and arms, people would be shocked. Aermir pulled Nin and Kilim from the castle using Poe and Erebus. The two mice didn't show any talent in magic yet.

When the Northern vanguard started controlling the main gate Aermir and the twin got out of the guardroom and went down to the main gate. There, Sith was waiting with their weapons and armor. With the help of other men there, they got ready and joined the fight. By the time Aermir was ready for the fight, every other army had started pouring through the gates.

Ironborns might be bullies, but they were not schoolyard bullies; they were zealot bullies and were putting a significant resistance. Jorah Mormont was trying to advance into the Great Keep but was met with great resistance in every corner, stair, and step.

Especially the spiral stairs were a nightmare to advance; the structure of the stairs was made so the defenders would have an easy time while it would be hard for the invaders. Because of the clockwise spiral, Northern soldiers had to mind the walls while swinging their swords since most of them were right-handed, but the defenders had no problem because they could use the natural curve of the stairs.

Thanks to the narrow spiraling stairs, a small force was able to defend against a greater force. That was only true until Aermir and Harlik reached the choke point. Thanks to the level 4 armor magic and buffed Harlik, they were advancing like the defending army wasn't even there. Every hit still hurt them with blunt force, but thanks to the shield, armor, and padding; it was bearable.

With a steady speed, they kept advancing, Harlik might move like an iron giant, but his fighting was clumsy and brute. On the other hand, Aermir fought with a finesse of a master. He would dodge, use his pommel, parry, and riposte but then he started to grapple with the enemy. Aermir decided, rather than killing them right away; He would use them as training dummies.

With his fight against Harras Harlaw, he realized he was still weak with grapple moves. He put Red Rain in its scabbard and pulled his dagger from his belt. He would grapple a man to the ground and finish him off with a stab to the weak areas, even if the men didn't have armor. He was acting like everyone had full plate armor.

While the Northern and Royal Army pushed for the throne room, Vale and Westerlands army started spreading through the Great Keep and tried to wrest control from Ironborns. Tywin was not happy to be relegated to a glorified servant. To clean up what was left after his master's mess, but he didn't voice his discontent and did what he always did. He did things his own way; he gave his men an unofficial order to raid and pillage. He released his dog’s leash and sicced him onto the people of Pyke.

When the spiral stairs met at the front of the great hall, Aermir saw Lord Stark and King Robert coming from the other side. The king was like a kid in a candy store. While bashing people's heads in, he was laughing with a peal of uncontrollable laughter. Looking at him, you would think the crest animal of his house would be a wild boar. He had 15 str and 12 spd; seeing this, Aermir thought how strong he was when at his peak. He must have an unnatural strength.

Lord Stark was a decent swordsman and fighter, but he was falling back, so Aermir used some buffs on him. Feeling that his body was suddenly filled with a familiar power, Lord Stark killed the man in front of him, and he tried to find out where Aermir was. Seeing him, Lord Stark thanked him with a silent nod and joined the fight with a renewed fervor. They were pushing the Ironborn forces to the Great Hall. With the two monsters, Robert and Harlik's final push, they burst through the gates.

The inside of the Great Hall was damp and gloomy like the rest of Pyke, but this room had a sense of eeriness to itself. The giant black kraken and the black throne chair in front of it weren't helping but added to the bad atmosphere. The throne of Iron Island was called Seastone Chair.

The Seastone Chair is made of a block of oily black stone carved into the shape of a kraken. Legend says it was found on the shores of Old Wyk by First Men when they came to the Iron Islands. Balon Greyjoy was sitting on this Seastone Chair when Robert saw Belon on his throne. He shouted in a voice filled with excitement and anticipation.

"Balon, I am going to crack your rebellious skull. Just sit there and wait patiently. IT WILL BE YOUR TURN after I am done with your sissy men."